“I see his fuckin’ haircut, I hear his fuckin’ whine, I see his fake clothes, and then he opens his fuckin’ mouth and all I want to do is smash the fucker’s teeth down his throat.”
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I enjoy Mr Adams’ Replacements-lite just as much as the next “thirty-something aging Indie rocker pining for the good ol’ days” but you’ve gotta admit that Mr Westerberg is one rad motherfucker for calling out Mr Adams for being a “pushing thirty-something aging Indie rocker pining for the good ol’ days who shamelessly rips off Paul Westerberg.”